"The Men Who Murdered Mohammed," by Alfred Bester (1958): 8.25
- Bester's trademark bravura style — really quite unique for his time and field — is tamped down enough to work for me here, even if the central conceit plays off a bit shaggy.
"Delenda Est," by Poul Anderson: 8.5
- [If review seems flip, because it was the final of four reviewing Anderson's Time Patrol omnibus] And here we’ve given ourselves over entirely to alternate history, in which a change among Punic War Bigs finally does alter the difficult to alter. Our boy’s at it, clearly, and the sad sack succeeds, even if he can’t get the girl. Remember, for all the spilled ink, these are kids stories.
“Two Dooms,” by C. M. Kornbluth: 7.25
- Well, you can’t say he didn’t stick to the bit. His remit here: present a dire depiction of defeated, occupied America. So he does. Our protagonist wanders through different geological expressions of said desiccation – desert, heartland, farming, city – as both he and the reader wait for the inevitable moment at which he’ll come across some semblance of urban civilization (even of the kind available only to the occupying powers). It never happens; it’s a vision of unremitting despondence, penury, and suffering, gradually ramping up and up in a way that verged right on the edge of laughably bleak (pulled off, only, by the deadpan style entered into for the presentation of the greatest depravities later in the story [ie the Race Scientist telling him, after he’s volunteered for a position as ‘lab assistant,’ that he’s to be dissected]. In the case of that endeavor, an unqualified success, and one that puts later Nazis-Win Alt Hists to shame (is that our metric?), even if that success nonetheless simultaneously relies upon an element that constitutes the weaknesses of the story: the jejeune simple-minded understanding of Axis evil and ideology. (Or, to wit, their history: to what end, other than the in-the-moment shock of it, the erasure of Hitler from the alternate history at work here? And how does that actually work within the time-traveling mechanisms within the story? I can’t really think of any other AltHists where the jonbar point is not a jonbar point – he leaves in ’44, but his future [a dream is it?] has history shifted from at least the late 20s? [if we’re to believe Goebbels ascendance and Hitler’s subordination (itself a queer supposition, esp. with the understanding of Kornbluth’s time, considering how much pop history placed in the ‘unique charisma’ of Hitler as reason for Machtergreifung! Hmm.)]) Regardless, as “story,” it’s lacking: the structure is a bit clunky, with the big jonbar explication coming whole-hog and out of nowhere, and the peyote-driven Indian mysticism parallel-worlding hokey even for its own time. And then, the implications of the whole thing (we GOTTA drop the bomb cause look what’ll happen otherwise! [we get other nods in this direction throughout for those paying attention, ie America loses millions trying to launch an amphibious invasion against Japan itself]), something I’m sure gets the majority of ilk spilled over this story, but one that doesn’t bother me much, again considering how these things go. As is, though, an interesting example of a type of inadvertent conservatism in genre work – an oft-ignored subgenre in contemporary criticism, given all the overt examples to choose from.